So contrite I am to have alleviated you,
so irritated now by your detractions.
To think from myself I deviated too
to plunge into your mendacious entrapments.
Yet how could I, merciless, vindictive, stand,
my resentful dismay upon you land;
I cannot provoke within you pain,
I could not bare to from you refrain.
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